This little girl, all work no plan
october grey makes the hangman's day,
hotel,tv,silent movie,
her precious eyes gazedback at me.
From the beach to the sea,
while the count and the countess, they cry
for the ruins the world left behind,
what a beutiful night
for her precious eyes.

The pubs are closed,the streets are cold,
billy casper,buries the bones
of a boy that cried,leaarned to despise,
i'll make them mine,her prescious eyes
from the sand to the sky,
while the gargoyles and dragons,they
sigh
for the sake of saint seepentine
what a beautiful night
rof her precious eyes

Her precious eyes